Radio Phone – Over
A short post tonight, but was somehow reminded of Radio Telephones today. I can’t say I have much memory or experience with them, but there was a time when I was a small boy that for some reason dad was away for work. Somehow I think it was only over around Clifton, but though that seems close, it is quite a jaunt, especially back in those days on gravel roads, and it quite likely was in winter.
I am pretty sure it was winter cause my memory is pretty vivid of talking to him on our old white rotary dial phone, and it being dark outside. I was pretty small, and was never a late night kid (some things never change).
What was kinda cool, or not cool about those phones was that you could talk, or listen, but not both at the same time (half-duplex vs. full-duplex), so the people on the phone had to take turns. When you were done speaking, you’d say “over” so the other person knew you were done and then they could speak.
Small memory, but another small one with dad; I remember that holding that big old receiver and talking to him and saying “over”.
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Radio Phone – Over
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